The wedding was a picture-perfect affair. Beneath a canopy of fairy lights and gentle music, guests mingled and laughed. But for Emily and Greg—the proud parents of the bride—the night carried a charged undercurrent neither of them had expected.
Emily’s dress was a soft, flowing gown of deep blue, hugging her curves in a way that had Greg stealing glances all evening. She’d caught him more than once, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Beneath her composed exterior, she felt a simmering warmth that had little to do with the champagne she’d sipped.
“You look incredible,” Greg murmured as they stood together near the edge of the dance floor. His hand grazed the small of her back, his touch lingering just a second too long.
“Behave,” she teased, her voice low and playful. “It’s our daughter’s wedding.”
“And you’re the most stunning woman in the room,” he countered without hesitation.
Her cheeks warmed, and she tilted her head to hide her smile. She’d been married to Greg for over two decades, but the way he looked at her tonight felt like they were newlyweds all over again.
The music shifted to a lively tune, and the dance floor erupted with energy. Greg leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “Come with me.”
Emily blinked up at him, a question in her eyes. Before she could protest, he took her hand and guided her through the crowd. They slipped past laughing guests and bustling servers, down a quiet hallway that led to a small office. Greg pushed the door open and ushered her inside, closing it firmly behind them.
“Greg, what are you—” she started, but her words caught in her throat as he turned to face her, his eyes dark with intent.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he confessed, his voice rough. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
Emily’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, his hands finding her waist. The heat of his touch seared through the fabric of her dress. “Someone might notice we’re gone,” she whispered, though her protest was half-hearted.
“Let them,” he growled, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss.
She melted into him, her arms winding around his neck. The kiss was urgent, a clash of lips and tongues that left her dizzy. When his hands slid down to her hips, gathering the material of her gown, she broke away just long enough to gasp, “Greg…”
“Shh,” he murmured, lifting her easily onto the desk behind her. The edge pressed into the backs of her thighs, grounding her as her heart raced. He bunched her dress higher, exposing smooth skin and the delicate lace of her underwear.
Her head fell back as his mouth traced a line down her neck. One hand gripped his shoulder, the other fisting in his shirt as he tugged her panties aside. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her body alight with anticipation as his fingers slid up her slick sex, brushing across her swollen bud. A groan escaped her lips, low and throaty, as the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
Greg made quick work of his belt, freeing himself with practiced ease. He stepped between her parted thighs, his hands firm on her hips as he guided himself to her. The first press of him stole her breath, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
He filled her completely, the thick length of him stretching her in a way that made her gasp. The slick warmth of her arousal coated him as he slid deeper, his hips moving with a controlled, deliberate rhythm.
“God,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You’re so wet. You feel amazing.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she whimpered, her body clenching around him. “Greg … you’re so hard. You’re perfect,” she panted, her words barely coherent.
His pace quickened, each thrust drawing a sweet friction that had her arching into him. “I love the way you grip me,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Like you’re made for me.”
“I am,” she gasped, her hands clutching at him as pleasure built in waves, her body tightening with every stroke. She felt her climax begin to crest, her inner muscles clenching around him with an uncontrollable rhythm that only spurred him on.
“Greg!” she cried, her voice breaking as the heat inside her snapped. Her orgasm consumed her, a rush of euphoria that left her trembling. The walls of her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, soaking him as the sensation rippled through her. Her back arched, and her thighs quivered as she rode out the intense waves, her moans filling the small office.
The desk creaked beneath them, a muted protest to their passion, but neither paid it any mind. Greg groaned, his own control slipping as she gripped him tighter with every pulse. Her release was a slick, inviting heat that drove him to the edge.
He pulled back just enough, his hands trembling as he rasped, “Emily … I’m gonna—” The words barely left his lips before she moved, dropping quickly to her knees. Her fingers wrapped around his base as she took him between her lips, her tongue swirling over the swollen head just as his release hit.
Greg groaned deeply, his head falling back as the intensity of his climax overtook him. His thick, hot spurts filled her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, her lips and tongue working him through every pulse. His hands tangled in her hair, his body shuddering as she milked him dry, her eyes locked on his face as he came undone.
“Mom! Dad! What are you doing?”
The voice shattered the moment like glass. Emily froze, her eyes wide as she looked up at Greg. He stared back at her, his expression a mix of shock and guilt. Slowly, they turned toward the doorway, where their daughter stood, her face a mask of horror.
Emily scrambled to her feet, smoothing her dress with shaking hands. Greg fumbled with his belt, his ears burning red.
“We … we were just…” Emily began, but no excuse would suffice. The damage was done.
Their daughter groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, my God. I’m never unseeing this.”
As she turned and stormed away, muttering about therapy bills, Greg and Emily exchanged a look. Laughter bubbled up between them, uncontrollable and absurd, given the situation.
“Well,” Greg said, running a hand through his hair. “That’s one way to make the night memorable.”
Emily laughed, her cheeks still flushed. “We’re never living this down.”
“Worth it,” he said, pulling her into his arms for a deep kiss. Their mouths met, tongues tangling as he tasted himself on her, a mix of their shared heat. The intimacy of it left him breathless, his grip tightening around her waist.
“Every second.”
